Nat smiled as Clint approached, setting down the items in her hands. She quickly signed in their approximation of ASL from missions, saying “hello, Clint, how have you been?” in a brief moment.
Clint grinned, signing back, ‘I’m fantastic, you?’ He finished walking the few feet between them, grin still plastered on his face.
Natasha grinned a little more. ‘Doing well enough, been busy with assignments.’ She made a little face. ‘Nothing interesting, though.’
“This is just an office building. The important files are… Elsewhere.” In the Helicarrier, or on secure servers that were only accessible with a constantly changing password from specific computers. And, well, other places. “And admittedly, yes, the security on some of the dummy offices can be lacking. But it’s not the largest of concerns.” She shrugged. “But, ah… I can’t recall the last name, seeing as there have been a rather large number of them put to your face. Would you mind terribly giving me a refresher?”
He watches her, arms crossing as he leans against the window frame where he’d come in. That was just priceless really, that what he needs just might not actually be here. He’d have to have Sam do some digging then. Find out what they needed to know to get what they needed. “Then why are you concerned I’m here? If there’s nothing to find and all.” The words are accompanied by the faintest smirk, because maybe there was something to find here, if he looked hard enough. “Winchester.” He’s not going to bother with a fake last name tonight, mostly because he’s curious to see if she actually does recognize it.
She lifted one eyebrow, crossing her arms in reply. “Because nobody should be breaking into this building in the first place.” She shrugged a little, feigning nonchalance. “I’m assuming you came here for information, which means you found something or another out about this organization. We tend not to reward curiosity, Mr Winchester.” Walking over to a desk, she picked up a tablet. “And… Winchester, like the guns, right?”
blackwidowofshield has found you
“Of course it does.” She stepped back smoothly as he dropped to the floor, smiling a little. Definitely a move she could do, but… Her style was a little different. A benefit of being smaller, she supposed. “I’m well aware of that fact, as of late.”
Meeting his look, she lifted a red eyebrow. “What have you got in the works for your favourite chew-toy?” Although Sitwell never liked the… ‘Surprises’ Clint set up, they were good for a laugh to her. “I’m sure it’ll be quite elaborate, since you’ve got a few days to work it out.”
Clint hummed a bit at that, flashing Natasha a look asking if she expected anything less of him. He had a number of pranks stored in his head, carefully kept under lock and key and organized by who had been subjected to what. Sitwell’s was particularly long and it was something Clint was quite proud of.
“Nothin’ too elaborate,” he said. “Already half set up.” And he started leading the way to the man’s office, access code that had taken a week and a half to suss out already in his mind. “Still need to talk to Stark about some adhesive strong enough to keep things glued to the ceiling.”
She was definitely amused, following him to the office they already knew the exact location of. “Sounds like you’re putting his entire office on the ceiling.” She grinned, still following him. Clint never failed to amuse, at least. “Although it seems almost too simple, for your kinds of pranks.”
A Clintasha thingy.
Pencils took about an hour and a half, done two weeks ago. Digital stuff took about four hours over the past two nights.
Wasn’t sure what else to do with it, and I’m suckish at backgrounds, so I called it for now.
I like the idea of Natasha’s hair getting so much shorter for Avengers happening due to some kind of head injury. They have to give her stitches, which requires shaving her hair in the area, and she ends up buzzing the rest off later with Clint’s help. But not until after she’s out. In the meantime, Clint mohawks her hair, because it kind of amuses him.
Commissions are still open, for what it’s worth! I think I would call a drawing like this (or up to like four people, realistically) $15 or so. That sounds more than fair, right?
[[So, uh, I drew this. And I’m really proud of it. Also, Clintasha. Because I can.]]
Time for another post about commissions!
I am currently hunting for jobs like no tomorrow, spending a good six to eight hours almost every day doing applications and calling places back. I’ve still not got one, although I have an interview on Monday at Universal. But I’m seriously having trouble financially right now!
I will gladly draw just about anything within my ability! Cheap prices, too, like less than $15 for a completed two-person drawing. I am pretty vague and open to ideas on pricing, and I just really need some extra money. Right now, my bank account is overdrawn, and I’m going to start donating plasma for quick cash, so any money would be appreciated so I can feed myself and put gas in my car!
But seriously, feel free to send me any kind of contact if you’re interested! I’m very flexible on pricing, obviously, and I’m more than willing to accommodate a lot of options for relatively cheap! Anything helps, and I’ll really appreciate anything anyone can do! (Also, I’d really love anyone who signal boosts me, even just a little! It means the world to me.)
Please, don’t be afraid to send an ask or a submit! Both boxes are always open, and I’m usually on a few times a day!
[[ooc signal boost of myself, yet again. ;-; ]]
[[i know i owe people replies and i am sorry for not having done so. i will get on it as soon as possible, okay? real life is getting in the way of things.
if i owe you, please like or reply or something! obligatory question mark?]]
[[thinking of, at some point, starting a fem!Tony blog (movie ‘verse because i am nowhere near versed enough in comic ‘verse) and using myself as my own face, because i’m awful?]]
I have trouble believing that, Barton.
Wanna see ‘im? I got ‘im in my closet.
If there is actually some sort of bigfoot-esque creature in your closet, I will drink an entire bottle of vodka in one breath..
Also, I fuckin’ found bigfoot!
I have trouble believing that, Barton.
“Technology is usually good. Not always well-intended, of course.” She made a face. “Fury keeps me busy, largely. I just got back from assignment, and I’m sure I’ll be on one again in a couple days.”
“Obviously” he shrugged “It’s always been like that, right? Now the technology is just more sophisticated. But the concept is the same… who has the biggest weapon, or the weapon with more twinkling lights, wins. Like children”
He makes an amused smile, then return to look at her “I’m glad to see you’re okay. Is there anything new? Sometimes I get lost”
“Definitely. Or whose weapon will do the most damage.” She sighed a little, shrugging. “Or, well, whose is prettiest.”
“There isn’t anything new, as of yet.” She shrugged, uncertain. “Nothing as of yet, anyway.”